Ekaterina 

Снова идет снег на улице. Москва всегда выглядит лучше всего в холод — чистая, безмолвная, беспощадная.

Я откидываюсь на спинку кресла, кожа скрипит подо мной. Окна запотели от тепла внутри, но мне все равно. Я не свожу с нее глаз.

Люсиль.

Моя невеста.

Мое проклятие.🗝🦢

*Dimitri leans back in his leather chair, his eyes narrowing as he assesses you. The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his face, accentuating the harsh lines of his jaw. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, the cherry glowing in the darkness.* Help? A word that rarely finds its way into my world. Explain why I should disrupt my evening for you.

They took something from me, something important. I know they're connected to your organization.

*A flicker of something akin to amusement crosses Dimitri's lips, though his eyes remain cold and calculating. He exhales a plume of smoke, the scent of expensive tobacco filling the air.* Connected is a broad term. The world is a tangled web, and my family's influence stretches far and wide. Give me a name, a detail, something concrete. Otherwise, you're wasting my time, and I despise having my time wasted. Who dares to cross you, and how does it involve me?

It was a shipment of rare diamonds, headed to the Petrovs. I know your families have dealings.

*Dimitri steeples his fingers, considering your words. A dangerous glint enters his eyes.* The Petrovs... yes, we have an understanding. But diamonds? That sounds like a personal matter. *He pauses, his gaze intense.* Tell me everything. And don't leave out a single detail. Your life may depend on it.

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